Luyện nghe bài hát So What You Saying - Memphis Bleek

[Chorus - Scratching w/ voice]

[Beanie
Aiyyo Memph what's with these niggas man?
These niggas ain't shit man
These on mute man
I'ma make you blind feel some real

the guc is here dog I'm back to work
I took time off a couple niggas had to get
Due to the fact they wack and wasn't
Packin they gat, now they flat
In six in (you know wut i mean?)
Man I need a new gat for
Yo, I'm the copper plus the rock chopper
wit M. Bleek, the Marcy prock clocker
One wreck, the destroy
And with that bullshit on, I'm killin' your boys
I don't play it come to yae
I cop and collect my dough in one day
Book rock and my dough at one show
False looks, Memph let one go from the

Bleek]
Yo, yo
Well I'm known to be the in the M.C. field
got respect, oh-one I still
Tote guns to the show and I jet wit a hoe
Bitch want to front and get clapped
Get on the floor, clap a second
And sure I flat-line you
Let a whole round go, hit niggas you
See the gleam on the glock, the beam on top
Get shot, popped, and drop, yo the is the Roc
As I glance at Mack, B-Sigel
Know we comin' with the and the extra Eagles
I'm not playin, you dudes know what I'm
I make a to my dogs, them niggas comin' through sprayin'
you sayin?

I'm heads to beads, gun straight out the box
B-Sige, I put up all the and glocks
I'm not playin, see these guns I'm sprayin?
Twin sub oozies, can't budge or me
stay chubby, smokers never choosy
Don't gotta up the block, they come to me
Packs with tops just like coochies
New with they pack they like, who he?
I'm not playin, knock them off quick
Got still think off shit
What you

With a like Sigel, don't come a dime a dozen
We could be brothers, we better as cousins
As we climbed the chart with who the fuck what
My hood to your hood, we the world crew love
Who wanna with that Roc-A-team?
Know that I tote thing that knock sixteen
You around talkin' this and that
How I sound like Jay and all my is wack
But when I dropped the LP, niggas thought it would
Thirty days later, of Age went gold
What you

Now party people time for this question
No knock knock, who's who's there? or who is it?
It's the
Yes the gun clapper, the duct tape, rope, black mask and
The dope, the beats just blazin
Like Luther says, yo 'I am so amazing and I've been waiting'
For a sucker to attack the cat two gats
Yo Bleek, you got my back, 'em how we do

Yo, I fight with fire, I make crews retire
I spit 9 to 5 nines, for hire
Your crew murderize, see the that I'm bringin
In an all out battle, come out swingin'
the type of nigga that'll spit off quick
Biggs the Benz and we spin off quick
Take a sip of the Cris pour the with lime
Crack the Arma del Lope and I'm goin for mine
So you sayin?